Someone asked me the other day if I had a Newsletter. I didn't then. I do now.
Should I write one? Why? And would anyone want to read it? I'm not a big whoopie-do person, but I have many irons on the fire. And as I am easing into the home stretch of becoming a Real Estate Agent—perhaps there is something of interest regarding Real Estate I could provide. Only if it's funny, entertaining, or worth the effort to read. Real Estate can be so dry. I want it to be fun.
I love getting a new house. But I hate going through the underwriter's process of getting a loan. They want everything but your firstborn child. Maybe I can make that process easier. Think about how much fun it is to have clean cupboards and to place cherished items in an empty house and make it yours. They say that moving is stressful—
—well, the actual moving of furniture and stuff is wearing, but like camping
in a cold, miserable tent can be taxing; but come morning, you crawl out into an ethereal world. And those dew drops on the ground cover, are like pillows full of the Fourth of July
For you longtime blog readers, please forgive me for retelling this story, but new readers don't know it, and here I am talking about houses.
When we bought our first house in Riverside, California, my little two-year-old daughter and I visited the empty house. In the living room, I looked up through clerestory windows, and to my utter surprise and delight, a Peacock was looking down at me.
To double my amazement, not long before, I discovered that the peacock was my totem animal.
It came to me during a guided meditation. In my mind's eye, I walked down a forest path until I came to a group of bushes. "It's okay," I said to whoever was hiding in the brambles, "You can come out. It's safe." I expected a cute little furry animal to hop out, or maybe a deer. To my amazement, a male peacock strutted out in all his glory.
Later I revisited those bushes and asked the peacock why he stayed hidden in the bushes. "Because," he said, "Here I am, the only peacock."
Wow. That was telling. I, like the peacock, stayed hidden because I was afraid to strut my stuff.
But that's not the end of the story.
Fast forward. We moved to Oregon, bought another house, and after our two daughters had graduated from college, (Don't all parents time events by their children's age?) We were preparing to build a log home on forested property. (It's possible to acquire permission to build in the forest, but it takes a land management person to do it.) We didn't hoist logs. Somebody else did it with the help of Sweet Marie, the crane, our log home designer, loaned us. See, I can offer contractor's advice, and I drew the house plans—no hallways unless you call a sun room one.) One evening, before construction, my husband and I walked the road in front of the property, and what did we see?
It was a peacock running with a family of wild turkeys.
Ten years later, we moved to Hawaii—no peacock. Then, we moved back to Oregon and bought a small house outside of Eugene. Before moving in, I took my little dog, Sweet Pea, and a box of crystal glasses to place in the empty house. And looking out a bedroom window, I saw a peacock sitting on the fence.
Can you imagine? I was yelling. “Sweet Pea, come look. It's a peacock! I can't believe it. A peacock!" She ran around, trying to see why I was so excited. But, again, I couldn't believe it, a peacock in the sleepy town of Junction City, Oregon.
(Four years later, he still wanders the neighborhood.
Regarding the house in Riverside, CA, unbeknown to me at the time, it was up the hill from the City Park where the peacock lived when he wasn't on our roof.
Maybe I'm a slow learner, and it takes three peacocks for me to get the message.
Back to our Real Estate Agency. My daughter will be the Principal Broker, and I will work under her. (Hee hee, she is responsible to see that everything is accurate.)
We are using not a peacock, that’s mine, but a Pink Flamingo as a mascot. And we are calling the Agency Vibrance Real Estate Agency LLC. A vibrant Pink Flamingo is significant for people have an affinity for Flamingos in their yards. Don't think plastic, though; think of a beautiful vibrant, exquisite Flamingo symbol of perseverance and strength.
As a power animal, the Flamingo has qualities of cooperation, beauty, brightness, joy, family, relationships, healing, open-hardheartedness, equality, alliance, clan/tribe ties, and destiny.
Let's go for balance. Can you stand on one leg as long as a Flamingo can?
While we are using the Flamingo for our Real Estate Agency, I am using a peacock here. My daughter and I have thought of getting a lady peahen for Prince Charming, our neighborhood peacock, for in the evenings, we sometimes hear his plaintive call.
More Irons in the fire, or what you can expect in future issues:
· Maybe pertinent rantings on Real Estate. Hey we all have houses, or apartments, or tents—hopefully.
· On aging. (Life after what 50, 60, 70 and beyond. Ever since I saw a question that popped up in my email on why live to old age? And, "What do old people do?" I felt like ranting.
Yeah, kiddo, we’re too busy to answer your insulting question.
· I'm here to support a vibrant life.
· Another iron in our fire is a Tiny House. Daughter dear is the main designer, builder, tiler, installer, climbing a ladder, and crawling on the floor person.
Here is Prince Charming perched on the Tiny House roof. We’ll show you the house when it’s completed, or maybe before.
Blessing the house.
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P.S. We don’t see much of Prince charming in the winter, as he molts and loses his tail—I think he’s embarrassed and hides, but come spring he will arrive decked out in all his grandeur. Those tail feathers need a lot of high-end protein to grow into the glory it becomes.
